Chapter 683: Chapter 684 Is it True?

In the blink of an eye, the strong Qin Lingtian and his son, Qin Batian, had already been decapitated, while Liu Chuan, the Island Master of Qing Island, lay paralyzed on the ground, yellowish-white fluid seeping between his thighs.

Even a Soul Martial Artist of the Awakening Realm had been so frightened by Lin Qian that he lost control of both bladder and bowels, a fact both laughable and lamentable.

Though this spectacle surely related to Lin Qian’s imperial authority and majesty, it also indicated that Liu Chuan was nothing more than a craven soul.

“Spare me, my lord!” Liu Chuan hurriedly ran to Lin Qian’s feet, gripped his thighs, and cried out for mercy, completely abandoning all dignity.

Liu Chuan was naturally a large and muscular man, his bare chest embroidered with a fierce beast and a terrifying scar across his bald head.

Yet, this towering, bald, scarred man was now wailing like a child, clinging to Lin Qian’s legs—an unexpected sight for Lin Qian.

Bang!

The next moment, Lin Qian, with a look of disgust, kicked him away, waving his hand and commanding, “Kill!”

Lin Qian felt extreme distaste for Liu Chuan, thinking that dealing with him personally would be an insult to himself.

“Yes!”

At Lin Qian’s command, shadows quickly filled the plaza. Hooded night shadows rose from the darkness, their movements ghostly.

Their sharp daggers ruthlessly slashed the necks and pierced the Dantians of the group.

The Night Shadows, though only about a hundred, acted swiftly. In the blink of an eye, the Qing Island Soul Martial Artists lay dead, their bodies incinerated by Fiery Flame Balls, reduced to ashes, disappearing before everyone’s eyes.

Before disposing of their bodies, the Night Shadows searched them, stripping all their possessions.

This was a strict order from Lin Qian. Not to collect the spoils after a kill was unacceptable.

After dealing with the Qing Island Soul Martial Artists, Lin Qian turned to face the young man in front of him.

Five years had passed; the once youthful boy had grown into a strong, young man with a pale complexion and a hint of immaturity. Nonetheless, an aura of a formidable person enveloped him.

Despite being given a Cultivation Technique that wasn’t of the highest grade, it suited him best, reflecting Tong Zixuan’s impressive aptitude. Lin Qian was quite pleased that he had reached the Peak of the Life and Death Realm in merely five years and was on the verge of entering the Awakening Realm.

Over the years, Lin Qian had been fully informed of his actions by Night Cat and Divine-like beings.

Tong Zixuan, unaware of being quietly observed by Lin Qian, behaved naturally, which satisfied Lin Qian.

Additionally, his conduct in life-and-death situations was commendable, prompting Lin Qian to recognize him openly as his disciple when he appeared.

Finally, Lin Qian approached Tong Zixuan and handed him a Crystal Bottle with a Potion: “Drink this.”

“Thank you, Master!” Although severely injured, Tong Zixuan’s voice was still full of vigor, his excitement uncontainable upon receiving Lin Qian’s acknowledgment.

After Lin Qian handed him the crystal bottle, Tong Zixuan didn’t think twice; he tilted his head back and drained the crimson potion within.

Instantly, the soothing power of the medicine permeated his senses, saturating his flesh, bones, and tendons.

The overwhelming medicinal potency burst forth, incredibly accelerating the recovery of his grave injuries.

Tong Zixuan was astonished to find that the injuries in his internal organs had stabilized completely, the bleeding had stopped, and the wounds were visibly healing at a remarkable rate.

“Disciple Tong Zixuan, thanks Master for granting the medicine!” The next moment, Tong Zixuan knelt before Lin Qian and respectfully kowtowed nine times.

Lin Qian accepted the grand gesture without evasion.

“Let Heaven bear witness, Tong Zixuan hereby vows with a heart-devil oath to acknowledge Lin Qian as his master, to faithfully serve him all his life, to work tirelessly and without complaint; should there be even a hint of grievance, may the heart-devil retaliate, and his life and path be annihilated!”

Tong Zixuan’s heart-devil oath caught everyone by surprise; rather than simply taking a master, it was as if he had surrendered everything to Lin Qian, akin to a servant.

To this, Lin Qian could only smile wryly and shake his head, helping the other up, “Why go to such lengths? The vow is too severe.”

“No, Master, if it weren’t for you, your disciple would have lost his life long ago; how could I have seen today?” Tong Zixuan insisted, shaking his head, believing it completely justified, “Thus, it is entirely appropriate for your disciple to make this heart-devil oath.”

Seeing Tong Zixuan so resolved, Lin Qian found it hard to argue and simply shook his head with a bitter smile, “Since you put it that way, your master has nothing more to say.”

“Master, your disciple has a somewhat impudent request.” After standing up, Tong Zixuan hesitated for a moment before sheepishly addressing Lin Qian, “There are still quite a few other soul martial artists from Qing Island on this Ren Island, and I wonder if Master could extend his help to save the others on Ren Island.”

As he spoke, Tong Zixuan felt a bit embarrassed to look at Lin Qian. Having just met his master and confirmed their master-disciple relationship, he was now asking for a favor, which made him feel quite uneasy.

Yet, thinking of the other people on Ren Island, possibly still in mortal danger, Tong Zixuan’s heart tightened with worry for their safety.

However, although his injuries had stabilized and were healing quickly, it would still take some time for complete recovery.

His master’s strength was clear to him; just the pressure alone had immobilized Qin Lingtian and his father, Qin Batian, showcasing his sublime mastery.

Tong Zixuan was confident that if Lin Qian took action, the soul martial artists from Qing Island would be dealt with in the shortest time, and fewer lives would be lost on Ren Island.

“Such a small request, you think I couldn’t fulfill it?” Seeing Tong Zixuan’s cautious demeanor, Lin Qian chuckled, “Don’t worry about it, the soul martial artists from Qing Island on Ren Island have already been annihilated by the Imperial Army.”

“The Imperial Army?” At that moment, Tong Zixuan regained his senses, having felt that something was amiss since the beginning of the master-disciple confirmation but hadn’t been able to pinpoint it.

Now, hearing Lin Qian’s words, Tong Zixuan suddenly recalled how Qin Lingtian had addressed his master, snapping back to reality, and stutteringly unable to speak.

“Master, you… really… are… the Renhuang Martial Emperor of the Huaxia Empire?”